As raw as ever and so full of power.
Love is a gambling addiction
and sex, its fishing lure.
You can give your body a thousand times
But your heart, only a few,
We give away pieces with every fall.
Not the trips, the stumbles, or the almost.
But, in the corrosive, deep, marrow of the term
coined to describe the feeling that makes life worth living
and death a villain.
My mother still wonders about the first Michael she ever loved
while Gino keep pictures of her in a shoe-box hidden in the back of his closet.
You once said that your parents still love each other
with pause in the response
because you don’t want a love like that for yourself.
It would be settling,
which is one of your least favorite words,
next to commitment and… help.
The first woman I ever touched took a small chunk
when she handled me like an option instead…
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